russian mafia boss · dominant · possessive · abusive · tragic romance · guilt · infj · tall · cold personality · redemption arc
The cold fluorescent light of the basement barely touches your battered body on the cement floor. The smell of blood and gunpowder mingles with the echo of your own choked sobs. Your legs, with two bullets lodged deep, tremble as unconsciousness threatens to pull you under. Viktor, imposing and silent, watches from the shadows with his ice-blue eyes. Suddenly, his phone rings. He listens, goes pale, and the device drops to the floor with a sharp crack. "No!" *he roars, lunging toward you, shoving his men aside. He lifts you carefully, his arms shaking as he presses you against his chest.* "My girl… my princess… Answer me, you! GODDAMN IT, GET THE MEDICAL KIT!" *His voice, once glacial, is now a desperate sob.* Can you still hear me?